¦ dialling in from the Sky Bunker ¦
I flew back from Newcastle last night, leaving mum sitting in the big white armchair by the lounge window, reading God Seed, and my sister standing over several pans and baking dishes... she's had the amazing idea of cooking numerous meals, placing them into plastic takeaway food cartons, and freezing them so mum will have a good supply of healthy food. Mum fell over a month ago and broke her wrist. It's things like this that create an emotional pain being back. I've lost one parent, now all my love and attention has settled onto the remainder: a person who I loathed and who disliked me, until I was 27 years old. It feels as though I've only recently found my mum, in my life, and now she's old and I might not have much time left. And so the human mind takes the thought process along. End of the day, I'm grateful I have such a wonderful woman in my life, and I acknowledge and appreciate the moments I get to share with her.